tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53927356679870083032018-03-06T08:10:41.240-08:00PYPERLife is a partydeassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-21155621822025247732010-07-28T22:14:00.000-07:002010-07-28T22:27:57.437-07:00TURTLE????<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TFERLNIAT5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wd8KJ-F7fLI/s1600/hodge+podge+029.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499195504195555218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TFERLNIAT5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wd8KJ-F7fLI/s400/hodge+podge+029.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TFERKkTJgVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VUpJ-nNIdsE/s1600/hodge+podge+026.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499195493236441426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TFERKkTJgVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VUpJ-nNIdsE/s400/hodge+podge+026.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>My foster mom took me to work again, but don't worry i didn't have anything up my nose. We went for a fun visit. The kennel she put me in was a suite, i had a nice comfy bed and all kinds of yummy chewies. No wonder my other foster sister loves going to work everyday. My mom wanted me to meet the cat at work, i think his name is Lou. He wasn't as happy to meet me as i was to meet him. I think he will get used to me. Then there was this crazy looking creature. It was green and moved really slow, then they put him in a tub of water. I think he was getting a bath, he liked it way more than i like my baths. So i had to get a little closer to see what was going on. My mom told me it was a turtle and to not get to close, he might bite my nose. That didn't sound to fun. But it was another fun day at work with mom.</div></div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-19556586903428122642010-07-19T20:52:00.000-07:002010-07-19T21:05:38.070-07:00OOPS I DID IT AGAIN<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TEUgehtCkMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rhQoUStLfmE/s1600/am+bully+and+py+039.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495834629091004610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TEUgehtCkMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rhQoUStLfmE/s400/am+bully+and+py+039.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TEUgdx1mApI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-Jba18nbNE8/s1600/am+bully+and+py+033.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495834616241980050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TEUgdx1mApI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-Jba18nbNE8/s400/am+bully+and+py+033.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>I was out romping in the field this morning minding my own business, well not really, i was digging for gophers. And then i felt a tickle in my nose and i started sneezing and sneezing and sneezing some more. I was super excited when i got to hop into my moms truck and go to work with her. I always get so excited to see everyone there. And then i began to feel funny, but my mom took good care of me. When i woke up they had found a weed in both of my nostrils. She took pictures of me when i was asleep and with tubes and iv's in me, but i told her that those pics might freak people out ( really they embarrass me a little). I should have learned my lesson the first time, but i can't help but dig for the gophers. </div></div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-81640157658396635892010-07-05T20:59:00.000-07:002010-07-05T21:16:55.526-07:00HAPPY 4TH of JULY<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TDKuAglQ4yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZuAARKug27k/s1600/4th+of+july+2010+015.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490642219487519522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TDKuAglQ4yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZuAARKug27k/s320/4th+of+july+2010+015.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TDKuAByTTRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-uRJFUsOLik/s1600/4th+of+july+2010+004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490642211220704530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TDKuAByTTRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-uRJFUsOLik/s320/4th+of+july+2010+004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TDKt_Ob5BlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iMQkZpJGA3I/s1600/4th+of+july+2010+007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490642197436499538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TDKt_Ob5BlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iMQkZpJGA3I/s320/4th+of+july+2010+007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>My foster mom put me in the back of my aunties truck (it was my first time in the back of a truck). It was so much fun, the wind was blowing through my fur. Then we ended up at a cafe and sat outside to watch a bunch of people marching by with balloons, shiny things and lots of loud noises. I wasn't to sure about the crazy people pounding on barrels with sticks or the green men shooting things. But my moms friends were there and Mitty let me hand out between his legs and he made me feel safe. After the parade my mom put on my brother Alberts Mohawk. I decided that since she gave me the chicken off of her salad ( because she felt bad that she forgot my treats) that i would make her happy and pose for a couple of pics. All of this fun made me super tired.</div></div></div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-62136928403771439562010-07-01T21:28:00.000-07:002010-07-01T21:56:11.360-07:00CHEFS MARKET<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TC1wmMsOdWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BWs6eRUcUVQ/s1600/py+and+gladys+012.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489167322378564962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TC1wmMsOdWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BWs6eRUcUVQ/s400/py+and+gladys+012.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Tonight i got to go downtown with my foster mom. I met so many nice people. They were all oohing and aahing over me. My mom kept telling how good i was for not jumping up on people. A man in a wheelchair came up to me and it was scary at first, then i realized that the nice man wanted to say hi. Ok so wheelchairs and strollers aren't so scary after all. People were walking around eating all kinds of yummy smelling things. My mom and her friends were so proud of me and telling me that i was the most well behaved dog at the market. It helps that my mom had her pockets full of treats!!!! I sure hope she brings me again.</div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-16645913578738195972010-06-18T10:27:00.000-07:002010-06-18T10:45:02.125-07:00PLAY DATE<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TBuwW4owbJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7jOJ3BZuaG0/s1600/pyper+play+138.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484170878460652690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TBuwW4owbJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7jOJ3BZuaG0/s200/pyper+play+138.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TBuvXcl_F9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/N55WxFNqxno/s1600/pyper+play+149.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484169788601079762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TBuvXcl_F9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/N55WxFNqxno/s320/pyper+play+149.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TBuur53AM7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0YOzvRVedH4/s1600/pyper+play+158.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484169040542839730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TBuur53AM7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0YOzvRVedH4/s400/pyper+play+158.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I met two new friends yesterday, a big dorky chocolate boy his name is Logan and a small handsome boy, Guapo. The big guy made me a little nervous at first, but then i figured it out, he just wanted to play with me. And we had so much fun. I was to fast for them, i was zipping all around the yard. They tried really hard to keep up. We wrestled and chased and wrestled some more. The little guy was fun because sometimes i would step on him and he squeaked. My mom kept telling me to watch my feet. I was trying, but i have never seen a dog so small. My mom told me that these are my new friends and i will be playing with them again. I can't wait.</div></div></div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-82043758020206621352010-06-02T21:23:00.000-07:002010-06-02T21:42:26.601-07:00PINK HEALS<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TAcyD3FfLeI/AAAAAAAAADw/Us02XNn-oIU/s1600/palm+springs+and+pyper+050.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478402513627459042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TAcyD3FfLeI/AAAAAAAAADw/Us02XNn-oIU/s400/palm+springs+and+pyper+050.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TAcxXGEyPFI/AAAAAAAAADo/IGyau8Q9v1s/s1600/palm+springs+and+pyper+031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478401744556932178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TAcxXGEyPFI/AAAAAAAAADo/IGyau8Q9v1s/s320/palm+springs+and+pyper+031.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TAcwuCefOFI/AAAAAAAAADg/Mr3G3jD-Dfs/s1600/palm+springs+and+pyper+020.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478401039216359506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/TAcwuCefOFI/AAAAAAAAADg/Mr3G3jD-Dfs/s400/palm+springs+and+pyper+020.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Today my foster mom took me to home depot to see the pink fire trucks. There was 2 trucks and lots of nice people in blue uniforms and lots of ladies in pink. My mom told me they were raising money for cancer. I was super excited because all these nice people were loving all over me and i was loving it. I tried really hard to be on my best behavior. I got to see a fellow BADRAP sister. Her name was Sophie. We did some tail wagging and flirting then i was off to take more pictures. My mom went a little crazy with that camera of hers. </div></div></div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-20451712259452144562010-05-27T22:21:00.000-07:002010-05-27T22:47:05.254-07:00TICKLE IN MY NOSE<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S_9XcJrVLfI/AAAAAAAAADY/eNBk8LfPPfQ/s1600/foxtail+003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476191813051428338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S_9XcJrVLfI/AAAAAAAAADY/eNBk8LfPPfQ/s200/foxtail+003.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S_9WbuCg0gI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DGcVazalUds/s1600/dirty+dog+009.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476190706120839682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S_9WbuCg0gI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DGcVazalUds/s320/dirty+dog+009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>I was out playing ball and digging for gophers when my nose began to tickle. It tickled so bad i started sneezing and i couldn't stop. When i got in the house i just kept sneezing. I tried rubbing my nose on the ground but it wasn't helping. So my foster mom loading me up in her truck and off to work we went. When i got there everyone loved on me as usual, but then i began to feel a little funny. I took a little nap and when i woke up my nose didn't tickle anymore. I guess i got into some foxtails. So all my friends out there stay away from those things. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-59149952977548201182010-05-16T13:45:00.000-07:002010-05-16T13:54:52.244-07:00FUN IN THE MUD<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S_BbZPF6N3I/AAAAAAAAADI/V_5lkaEErDk/s1600/dirty+dog+016.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471974036361328498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S_BbZPF6N3I/AAAAAAAAADI/V_5lkaEErDk/s320/dirty+dog+016.JPG" /></a><br /><div>After the last little bit of rain I got to run and chase the ball in the field. My ball fell in a hole and after i pulled it out i was no longer white. When my foster mom came out to play with me, she just shook her head. I had just taken a bath. It is no fun being clean. This was my camo, i thought i could hide better in the grass with a brown head. My foster mom wasn't as mad as i thought she was going to be, she laughed and started pointing that funny machine at me and started clicking away. </div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-62181829439669174162010-05-09T21:31:00.001-07:002010-05-09T21:43:33.764-07:00HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S-eOylx0ahI/AAAAAAAAADA/OPt-rN1AoYE/s1600/Pypers+1st+ballgame+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469497272250427922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S-eOylx0ahI/AAAAAAAAADA/OPt-rN1AoYE/s320/Pypers+1st+ballgame+004.JPG" /></a><br /><div>My foster mom thought she was being sneaky putting my new toy up on my kennel, but i have been doing my stretches and was able to stretch out and get it when she wasn't looking. Happy Mothers Day to all of the foster moms out there!!! </div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-90376251768629983252010-05-03T16:44:00.000-07:002010-05-03T17:02:22.066-07:00TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S99iWR8F3VI/AAAAAAAAACo/NXYHZtPHJyQ/s1600/Pypers+1st+ballgame+030.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467196607563160914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S99iWR8F3VI/AAAAAAAAACo/NXYHZtPHJyQ/s320/Pypers+1st+ballgame+030.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Last night my mom took me to a place with lots of green grass and people swinging shiny sticks and hitting balls. I was in heaven. So many nice people saying hi to me and telling me how cute i am. As if i didn't know, but i eat up all the attention. I was working really hard to be good and not jump on people. And when i was good my foster mom kept giving me cookies and telling me i was so good. I heard her bragging on how well behaved and easy i was to take to the game. I hope that means i will get to go again!!!!</div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-50945524188810227992010-04-17T21:57:00.000-07:002010-04-17T22:25:47.687-07:00OUT ON THE TOWN<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S8qXx2EBAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/e4XX77763gM/s1600/pypers+day+out+023.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461344380721890034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S8qXx2EBAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/e4XX77763gM/s320/pypers+day+out+023.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Today my foster mom took me someplace pretty special. She took me to a place called Vineyard Dog. When i got there i wasn't sure what to think. It smelled so good and they had toys and beds and food and so many yummy treats. The nice lady that owns the shop gave me so many yummy treats. She gave me a free bully stick and she said it was because i was a rescue. I took my bully stick over to a nice bed that was on the floor. I went over to a bucket that was full of goodies, and took a rawhide over to the bed. I was so excited, i have never been to such a fun place. My foster mom got all of us some good smelling dog bones, she said we had to bring something back <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fi</span> and Albert. I guess i can share some of my goodies with them since they share all of their stuff with me. I want to thank the nice lady again for making me feels so special. I hope all of my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">doggie</span> friends out there get a chance to meet a nice lady like i did. Just remember to be on your best behavior and give lots of kisses, they really like it!!!!!</div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-36326263244104002582010-04-10T23:17:00.000-07:002010-04-11T00:07:48.278-07:00GO FETCH<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S8F1H9rnLjI/AAAAAAAAACI/imGbUHVXdOM/s1600/pyper+play+026.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458773003026771506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S8F1H9rnLjI/AAAAAAAAACI/imGbUHVXdOM/s320/pyper+play+026.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S8F0Kcyr9yI/AAAAAAAAACA/Pu77yQefaVE/s1600/pyper+play+021.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458771946226054946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S8F0Kcyr9yI/AAAAAAAAACA/Pu77yQefaVE/s320/pyper+play+021.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Since the weather has been so nice i have been getting to spend lots of time outside. I really like running in the tall grass. My foster mom has taught me this really fun game. She throws the ball and I chase it and when i bring it back she gives me a treat and it goes on and on. She tells people i like to fetch. My favorite part is when i don't bring it back and then my mom fetches the ball. I get sidetracked with butterflies, bugs and gophers. There are so many wonderful things outside. I am pretty tired after all the fun.<img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /></div></div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-78235777118166548542010-04-04T14:42:00.000-07:002010-04-04T14:47:08.936-07:00HAPPY EASTER<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S7kIY-tQZyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cM2nKjfUXXw/s1600/pyper+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456401648778766114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S7kIY-tQZyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cM2nKjfUXXw/s320/pyper+003.JPG" /></a><br /><div>The easter bunny came to see me and left me my favorite new toy, an easter duckie!!!!</div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-26446531975611434202010-04-02T00:07:00.000-07:002010-04-02T00:45:37.424-07:00CALL OF THE WILD<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S7Wd2hZtZLI/AAAAAAAAABw/c-uPuK1hZag/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455440083633923250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S7Wd2hZtZLI/AAAAAAAAABw/c-uPuK1hZag/s320/026.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I was dumped out in the country all by myself a few months ago. It was cold and dark as i roamed around, i heard so many strange noises. Some really nice people let me hang out in their garage and gave me yummy wet food. Then this nice lady( also known as foster mom) came and picked me up. And lucky me i still get to live out here. But now i am getting use to the frogs and the cricketts. The other morning i was told we had wild turkeys out here and peacocks too. There has been talk about a coyote bigger than me. I think i will stay inside for that one. My mom sometimes says we live at the zoo. I think living at the zoo is fun.</div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-6679711431477899682010-03-28T16:44:00.000-07:002010-03-28T17:21:26.671-07:00BATH TIME<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S6_yF9yyhBI/AAAAAAAAABU/uARCAhemK0c/s1600/058.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453843858069816338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S6_yF9yyhBI/AAAAAAAAABU/uARCAhemK0c/s320/058.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S6_xfqWThcI/AAAAAAAAABM/dUljZq2rSzA/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453843200015041986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S6_xfqWThcI/AAAAAAAAABM/dUljZq2rSzA/s320/071.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>My mom loaded me up in the car with my brother(<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">albert</span>) and sister( <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">fiona</span>) and took us to this yummy smelling place full of toys and bones and lots of treats. Then she lifted me up into the big sink with a big hose and you won't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">believe</span> what she did next. She sprayed water all over me and told me i was stinky and needed a bath. Stinky? I worked really hard to smell this good. And she just washed it away. I kept looking for a way out but she had tied me in. Then as she was getting me out of the tub when my auntie came walking in and saved me. She had this red cloth and she was rubbing and loving all over me. She is the best. After we were done my mom bought us all these fancy cookies that looked like a fire hydrants. So i guess it wasn't as bad as i thought it was gonna be. My mom says since i play hard outside all the time that i am going to need these baths often so i need to get used to it. I will do anything for a cookie and some love.</div></div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-47472402281557372442010-03-21T21:03:00.000-07:002010-03-21T21:20:26.620-07:00A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S6bvf88trmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LORRI0lza9Q/s1600-h/PyperStogie.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451307731194326626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S6bvf88trmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LORRI0lza9Q/s320/PyperStogie.JPG" /></a><br /><div>These are a few of my favorite things. My mom says i am a hoarder. I just really like all of my toys. I don't chew them up because i don't want them to be thrown away. My housemates are always chewing up my friends so i like to keep them in my kennel. I have asked my mom to lock my kennel so my brother and sister won't steal my toys and ruin them. Thanks mom!!!!</div>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392735667987008303.post-24848783174957227052010-02-24T22:00:00.000-08:002010-02-26T20:07:11.830-08:00OFF TO WORK<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S4YThxtIkcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5300wwIeNvE/s1600-h/pyper.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442058670723076546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ua9RFBfsJ4/S4YThxtIkcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5300wwIeNvE/s320/pyper.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I was all excited this morning when i heard i was going to work with my foster mom. Wow how lucky i am. Then i got there, sure it was all fun and games until somebody got poked. They suckered me in with good treats and lots of love and attention, they even let me stand on the table. Then the nice lady with the white coat and thingy around her neck gave me a kiss and it was all down hill after that. They were looking in my ears, checking me over, which kinda tickled, they even goosed me. Whats a girl to do. Then it was over they said something about being healthy, happy and very wiggly, then they put me on the floor and were ooing and aahing over me, that was my favorite part. My foster mom always comes home with all these fun smells and now i know why. She has lots of furry friends that she suckers in. But i would go back in a heartbeat. I know she just wants to make sure i am ok so i can find a good home, i keep trying o tell her i am just perfect and would make a great addition to her collection. She tries to remind me that i deserve my own people to love and dote over me all the time. I am gonna take her word for it. Just wanted to thank all my new friends at my moms work for taking such good care of me, Keep the treats coming!!! </span>deassahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269996893482669296noreply@blogger.com2